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Murder in the New Town by Val Penny #MURDERINTHENEWTOWN

September 27, 2026 Melanie Leave a comment

I’m pleased to be welcoming author Val Penny and her newly re-branded DI Hunter Wilson series novel, Murder in the New Town to Celtic Connexions.

Murder in the New Town

Blurb

Behind the elegant Georgian terraces of Edinburgh’s New Town, a killer is hiding in plain sight . . .

Detective Hunter Wilson is dragged from his bed by a frantic call in the early hours of the morning.

A young woman has been found dead in a flat above a betting shop on Frederick Street.

By the time Hunter arrives, it’s clear this wasn’t a crime of passion.

The victim has been beaten beyond recognition. The tips of her fingers are missing. The kitchen floor is soaked red with her blood.

Someone wanted to make sure she could never be identified.

But that’s not what stops Hunter in his tracks.

The flat is the home of his own son.

Murder in the New Town

Buy Links

PAPER BACK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/absolutely-gripping-Scottish-Detective-Mysteries/dp/1805737619

KINDLE – https://www.amazon.co.uk/absolutely-gripping-Scottish-Detective-Mysteries-ebook/dp/B0H5QMD4CR

Excerpt

DI Hunter Wilson looked at the time on his phone before he answered the call. 4.03am. If this was some comedian from the sub-continent calling to tell him about putting in a claim for the accident he hadn’t had… Then he noticed it was Cameron calling him.

“What’s the matter, son? This is a hell of a time to phone.” Hunter whispered.

“I didn’t know who else to call.”

“What’s the matter? And it had better be good.”

“It’s far from good.” Cameron told his father of the scene that had met him and his new friends when they got back to his flat.

“She’s had what cut off? Bloody hell!”

“I know, Dad, I know. And her head has been bashed in too. What do I do?”

“Well, now we have Police Scotland in place there is a Major Incidents Team, imaginatively know as MIT, that deals with cases like this.”

“Oh, Dad no! The other girls’ll go mental. You come. Please? At least at first. I need your help.”

Hunter thought back to the days when Cameron used to ask for his help regularly: tying his shoelaces, drying him after swimming, learning to ride a bike. Those had been the golden years. It had been a long, long time since his son had sounded so desperate and pleaded for his help. It made Hunter feel good. He could help Cameron again. Brilliant!

“You’re not back on the cocaine are you, Cameron? You’re not hallucinating?” Hunter said suddenly.

“No, I’m bloody not! But thanks for the vote of confidence. Believe me, I will be if you don’t get your arse over here pronto!”

“And that’s how you ask for help from your dad? A favour? Stuff you!” Hunter shouted back.

“What is it?” a bleary voice beside Hunter said.

“Please, Dad. Just come. I need you.” Cameron sounded like a little boy about to burst into tears. “Another person’s in my flat too. I’ve never seen her before. Just come, quickly, please Dad! I can’t tell you how awful it all is here.”

Hunter got out of bed and patted Meera’s arm. “Go back to sleep, pet. I’ve got to go and see Cameron. It’s an emergency.”

“At four o’clock in the morning? What’s wrong? Is he using again?”

“No. But he was out for the evening and got back to his home to find his flat mate dead on the floor”

“Why does he need you? Shouldn’t he call an ambulance?” Meera asked.

“It’s a bit late for that. She’s been mutilated; her head has been bashed in and the tops of her fingers cut off.”

“I’d guess she’s probably dead, right enough. But doesn’t Cameron need me more than he needs you? I’m coming with you,” Meera said in a determined voice that brooked no contradiction.